I know you've heard this before, but knowledge is real power. One of these days, we won't have our weapons to protect us... just our wits. Intel is one of the most important weapons in any arsenal. Quite possibly the most important. So here's the intel. Just as important as it was when Owen gave it to me and when my mother and his old man gave it to him. There are a couple of things you've got to realize to survive this world. To begin with, the world wasn't always shit. I never saw it, but I know it's true. It was lush and green and alive and the yellow sun was a welcome body in the sky. It was like that when my mother was a child. I didn't see it, but I know it's true... my Uncle Oz told Owen about it and he told me. The other thing you need to know is simple. We're a world at war. We - the people - have been used, abused and neglected by the governments... cheated out of life itself in their pursuit of luxury. The governments have forgotten that they're supposed to serve the people... not the other way around. But I reminded them. Taya Labidaar was the only child of the one man that had been able to pull the Nordenn Region's scattered dissidents together into an army. She had her father's charisma, her mother's tactical brilliance, and all the knowledge her cousin Owen could possibly share. Her life, though, is anything but simple. And it just keeps getting more and more complicated. Following in her cousin's footsteps, Taya is compelled to share what she knows and tell her own story. After all, there's too much to know not to share it...